After Brother Chen listened, his eyes lit up, if he learned it, who would be able to kill him by then, and even if he was a little Japan, he wouldn't have to bow his head and be angry.

Since 1937, after the Chinese troops withdrew from Shanghai, Shanghai has fallen, the Japanese army can do whatever they want here, the only safe place is the concession, this year is 1940, and the Axe Gang can do so big, the Japanese cannot not have a little movement, the only possibility is that there is a Japanese support behind.

Brother Chen lit a cigarette, took a puff, slowly calmed down, and said, "Monk, see if you can teach me the wall-piercing technique, as long as you teach me, I will donate a lot of money to your temple at that time." As he spoke, he drew a big circle.

Chen Fan pretended to be surprised after hearing this: "Oh, is what the donor said true?" Donate lots and lots of money. Chen Fan also learned to make a gesture.

"Naturally, it's true, who doesn't know what my brother Chen said in Shanghai, don't believe it, ask them." Brother Chen said and pointed to the younger brothers behind him.

Chen Fan shook his head, he naturally didn't believe this Brother Chen's words, and only said: "The poor monk doesn't want money, and you can't learn it, the poor monk wants to ask the donor to help the poor monk do a few things." ”

After hearing this, Brother Chen threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, beckoned the little brother to send a gun, looked at Chen Fan coldly, and said: "If you don't teach me, it's useless to ask you, don't forget to say hello to the Buddha for me when you get to the West Heaven, you just ask: Why do bad people like me live a good life, and those good people are tired every day, and they have to worry that they will be accidentally killed by me that day." After saying that, he shot directly.

After Brother Chen finished shooting, he threw the gun away, turned around and left, without looking, and said, "Call it a day, I'm not going today, I'm a little tired." ”

"Chen, Chen...... Brother, you ...... After you...... Face. Four-Eyed Boy pointed after speaking.

"What's going on in the back, isn't it just killing a monk? Let's go, someone will clean it up. Brother Chen looked at his military advisor and was really worried about his IQ.

"No, it's not, Brother Chen, the monk is still standing there." After speaking, he hid behind Brother Chen.

Brother Chen turned around and looked at Chen Fan who was standing and looked at him with a smile, and suddenly the sweat on his face flowed.

"Does the donor think the gun is fun?" Chen Fan played with the gun in his hand, and to be honest, he touched the gun for the first time.

"Big ...... Big...... Division, no...... No...... To be right...... I'm going to go crazy. Brother Chen's sweat was flowing more and more.

"Oh, go off? Are you sure? Chen Fan turned around, his eyes looked at the muzzle, it was pitch black, everyone only heard a gunshot and quickly closed their eyes, and slowly opened them again, and saw the monk standing there.

"Oh, that's a real misfire." Chen Fan took the bullet in his hand and looked at it, none of them knew how the monk dodged.

"This gun is ominous! Let's look at the poor monks. After Chen Fan finished speaking, he pinched the gun in his finger into his own shape, looked at it, and was quite satisfied, then threw it to Brother Chen, and said, "Take it, it will bless you." ”

Brother Chen looked at the villain in his hand, and knelt down suddenly, "The master spares his life!" After speaking, he hurriedly kowtowed, and the younger brothers in the back saw that their bosses were kneeling, and they dared to stand there, so they quickly knelt down.

Chen Fan saw that Brother Chen knocked his head and broke the blood, and said, "Donor, get up, you can help the poor monk do a few things." ”

Brother Chen naturally didn't dare to get up, but hurriedly said: "Master, you said, if I can do it, I will definitely help." ”

"Amitabha, it's good that the donor has such an awareness, what does the donor think of this beach? The donor should tell the truth, otherwise the poor monk will be unhappy. Chen Fan smiled.

Brother Chen wiped the sweat from his face and said slowly: "Master, there are about fifty or sixty small gangs in Shanghai now, but they have basically been wiped out by our Axe Gang. ”

"Oh, what about the Japanese?" Chen Fan squinted at him.

Brother Chen, who has been the boss for many years, couldn't see that the monk in front of him was a little unhappy, and hurriedly said: "Master, since the withdrawal of the national army, little Japan has done all kinds of evil in Shanghai, and has done nothing to do, so the concession is better. ”

After hearing this, Chen Fan looked at him coldly and said coldly: "That's not what the poor monk asked, and the military deployment, where did your guns come from?" ”

After hearing this, Brother Chen secretly said badly, if he knew that he was a traitor and took refuge in the Japanese to have today, I am afraid that he would not be able to survive, gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Fan, and said: "Master, there are about fifty or sixty thousand Japanese troops in the whole of Shanghai now, and the navy does not know when it will be withdrawn, as for the weapons, they are all bought, American goods." ”

"Oh, it looks like this little Japan is preparing to attack Pearl Harbor, how many of you Axe Gang are there now?" Chen Fan asked.

"About a thousand people." Brother Chen seems to have heard something he shouldn't have heard.

"Amitabha, the poor monk views the Japanese people are reincarnated from the terrible ghosts who crawled out of hell, and the poor monk should get rid of the demons and subdue the demons, and you will lead the way." Chen Fan was very compassionate at this time, and the golden wheel of merit on his back also appeared, and when Brother Chen saw it, he paused and nodded.

"Master, please get in the car, it will be there in a quarter of an hour." Brother Chen opened the car door for Chen Fan, Chen Fan was also unceremoniously the driver himself, and slowly started, Chen Fan was thinking about how to adapt the Axe Gang.

"Master, it's here, it's ahead." After Chen Fan got out of the car, he looked at the well-deployed army, Chen Fan couldn't help but smile, no matter how powerful they were, they were still mortals.

Chen Fan held the nine-ring tin staff in one hand and the rosary in the other, stepped a few zhang in one step, and the lotus was born step by step, and he arrived at the gate of the Japanese army in a blink of an eye.

"Stop." Several Japanese soldiers pointed their guns at Chen Fan, although they spoke Japanese, but Chen Fan's soul power was about to reach the earth immortals, so he naturally understood.

"Amitabha, several donors will not put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha at this time, let alone when." Chen Fan chanted, and his voice was mixed with Sanskrit sound to disturb their spirits.

Just as Chen Fan thought, after hearing this, several people slowly put down their guns, walked to Chen Fan and knelt down, still slapping themselves, and nagging in their mouths: "I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty......"

"Amitabha, it's good that the donor can understand, my Buddha is compassionate, and now there is a meritorious thing for several donors to do, I don't know if a few donors are willing."

"Buddha, we are willing, for the sake of atonement, we are willing."

Chen Fan said with a smile: "Take the poor monk to the command room." ”

"Buddha, how can I let you go, I should let Xiao Zejun come to greet you, Buddha, you wait, we will come when we go." After saying that, a few Japanese soldiers ran in with guns.

Chen Fan waited for a while, then he heard the sound of gunshots, and dozens of people were directly surrounded by countless troops, and there was an officer among them, which should be what they said about Xiao Zejun.

"Bagaya Road, let go of me."

"We have sins, we have to atone for our sins, and now that the Buddha has come to the world, it is a great opportunity, how can we not atone for our sins at this time." A Japanese soldier said righteously.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has seen your donors." After Chen Fan finished speaking, his mouth was still moving, and he read: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, and the sea of bitterness is endless,......

Chen Fan looked at the army in front of him, and used mana in his voice so that they could all hear it, and for about half an hour, Chen Fan stopped, looking at the fifty or sixty thousand troops kneeling in front of him, Chen Fan's eyes turned and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The Sanskrit sound I used just now was really life-suing, but it was a bit overkill, and slowly a cold light flashed in Chen Fan's eyes, and he said in his heart: "If you don't do anything, you'll be too sorry for the poor monk's mana." ”